Gathering thoughts…
a clay man
in a clay house
eating clay dinner
the walls lie still while
his body animates itself
both made of the same stuff
he doesn’t scream
because
he doesn’t notice
and if he did
peek beyond the illusion
he wouldn’t understand
but if he did understand
what would change?
the man picks away
at a clay carcass
unaware
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space walk two boots on the threshold land below breaking into dust ocean scrubbing air clean as the Earth turns the sun is always rising never resting in one state but the illusion is nice and it’s okay to linger there as long as you’re aware of it
say it with me "thank you house" thank you house thank you for giving me a hiding place thank you for keeping watch over me thank you for giving me windows to look at sunlight through thank you for being a safe place to be naked thank you for looking after all my crumbs thank you for the way your tiles sings with me thank you for the never ending surprises say it with me…
don’t forget this feeling of elation of free exhilaration riled up and moving shaking with possibility rattling the room if you could just keep the play going forever with no breaks needed you could fill the cup and never doubt again but it’s good to stop to rest the keys off to monday dance to shake your feet and writhe on the floor because there are lots of cups and we can…
a new day is here nothing can be assumed no one knows the way ( some claim to know and take the lead ) the fog is impossible and the journey so long but we get up and walk the only thing we can do
at least beggars ask for things, say loudly what they want i could afford to beg more whereas choosers can live sheltered from ever making true decisions due to always being presented with their options, never calling out for what they desire my love says it’s easier to live in negation, to say what you don’t want, plenty of us never even do that are you begging or choosing…
